T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Titel: T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Längd: 3:02
Kompositörer: Jerry Chesnut
Utgivare: Jerry Chesnut Music
Inspelningsdatum: 1975-03-12
Inspelningstid: 00:30-03:30
Inspelningsplats: RCA Studio C – Hollywood, CA
Matrix: EPA3 1599
Tagning master: 4
Producent: Felton Jarvis
Studiotekniker: Rick Ruggieri
Musiker:
Gitarr: James Burton
Gitarr: John Wilkinson
Gitarr och sång: Charlie Hodge
Bas: Duke Bardwell
Trummor: Ronnie Tutt
Piano: Glen D. Hardin
Clavinet: David Briggs
Kör/bakgrundssångare: Voice
Pålagt i efterhand:
Gitarr: Chip Young
Fiol: Buddy Spicher
Steel guitar: Weldon Myrick
Gitarr: Johnny Christopher
Bas: Norbert Putnam
Kör/bakgrundssångare: The Holladays
Slagverk: Farrell Morris
Sträng- och blåsinstrument
Första utgivning: A-sida singel (PB-10278)
Även utgiven på bland annat:
Today (APL1-1039)
T-R-O-U-B-L-E / Mr. Songman (GB-10487)
Elvis Aron Presley (CPL8 3699)
I Can Help And Other Great Hits (PL 89287)
I Can Help And Other Great Hits (PLP 89287)
Liveinspelningar:
1975-06-05 Elvis Aron Presley (CPL8 3699)
Text:
I play an old piano from nine till a half past one
Tryin’ to make a livin’ watchin’ everybody have fun
Well, I don’t miss much that ever happens on a dance hall floor
Mercy, look what just walked through that door
Well, hello T-R-0-U-B-L-E
What in the world you’re doin’ A-L-O-N-E?
Say, good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids
Mama had a time tryin’ to raise nine kids
Told me not to stare ’cause it was impolite
And did the best she could to try to raise me right
But mama never told me ’bout nothing like Y-O-U
Say, your mama must have been another something or the other too
Say, hello good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Well, you talk about a woman I’ve seen a lot of others
But too much something’ and not enough another
You’ve got it all together like a lovin’ machine
Lookin’ like glory and walkin’ like a dream
Mother Nature’s sure been good to Y-O-U
Well, your mama must have been another good lookin’ too
Say, hey, good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Well, you talk about a trouble-makin’ hunka pokey bait,
The men are gonna love and all the women gonna hate
Reminding them of everything they never gonna be
Maybe the beginning of the World War III
Oh, the world ain’t ready for nothin’ like a Y-O-U
Well, I bet your mama must have been another something or the other too
Say hey good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
